Weihnachtsmann.
'Twas the night before Krismas, when all through the farmhouse
Not a kreatur was scurrying, not even a grouse.
The linens were spread o'er the beds with lots of care,
In hofft that Kris Kringle would soon be o'er there.
The kinder were snug as bugs in rugs,
While dreams of the sugar plum faeries waltzed in their noggins.
And meine brüder in there tight jeans, and I in my night gown,
Had just crashed ready for the sandman to guide us to dreamland.
When out of the barn there 'rose such a cacophony,
I jetted out from my slumber to see what was all this hullabaloo.
Away I dashed to the verandah as quick as the flash,
Blasted open the sitting room doors leading to the sound of the crash.
The stars of the night sky above
Gave the fields a wonderful glow
When, all of a sudden I heard a loud "Ho, Ho, Ho!',
But soon I fell backward in shock at the sight of the bearded fellow .
"Weihnachtsmann? " I shrieked,
I smiled, and gave a quick wink.
Many moons I had been skeptic whether Father Christmas was real,
Now here he was standing right before mine very eyes!
In a blink of an eye,
He decorated the tree,
Placed lights around the farmhouse,
And even had time to drink a cup of hot tea.
He chuckled and placed some toys in the stockings by the fireplace,
Even took sometime to place a few other toys by the children's pillows,
With the strike of the clock ringing for the familiar hour of midnight,
He hoisted his bag over his shoulder in one swinging motion.
Then in another blink of an eye,
He vanished in a burst of silver and golden dust,
But his jolly laugh echoed,
Remained chiming in my noggin'.
DAS ENDE.
#Weihnachtsmann. (C) Friday, December 10, 2021.